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This year I joined a new club, an enthusiastic club, one where I feel motivated, something called 'Photography Club'. Every week we discuss the best things about the importance of photography, inspiring photographers and what our next project is going to be. We're starting off as a small agency taking pictures of school events and everyday school life. Next week we're going to see an exhibition, I really cannot wait to look at the professional work, the real business. Since my school is all about 'reflecting', i'm going to try and reflect on our meetings every week. This week we were supposed to show 5 pictures that represented freedom to us. This was one of my pictures. I don't really know why, but every time I think of freedom, I think of time. To have the freedom to spend my time however I want to. This picture is so calming, so quiet with the sun just rising as the boats set off for their daily trip across the lakes. What a joy photography club can be.

Every Saturday my mum has a clean up. I am usually in charge of my room, the cleaning lady does the upper floor and my mum does the ground floor. This system has always worked and nobody has ever complained. Sadly, this did mean that the basement and the attic would end up a little...forgotten. Every so often, my mum tries to catch up. Last week was one of those days, she probably spent her entire day down there. The place was filled with cobwebs and bugs (ugh). She started to complain that nobody ever uses the room and asked me if I would want to turn it into my work space. A place where I can be creative, do my homework or watch tv if necessary. Obviously I said yesI. love. it. here.

I took all my washi tape, pens and paper and stuck them into this weird strawberry box that we got once (I just thought it looked quite cute). Because I LOVE candles my mum gave me one of her Yankee candles (lavender has always been my favourite smell). The gloves are definitely needed down here. It can get quite cold and it feels so nice to be able to type with warm hands!

I'm already completely sick of school, homework and alarms. Every morning my alarm rings at 5:55 am. I stand up, start moving and don't stop until late in the evening when I drop myself into bed and fall asleep ready for the entire day to be repeated again. I feel like I'm losing track of time because 1 hour seems to be the same as 1 minute these days. I feel like I need to stop and breath for a minute. To close my eyes, go for a walk and truly sense what is happening around me. I think there's a special word for these times. I'm not sure very sure about it but I think that word is "Holiday". It almost sounds foreign but I have to say, I'm really excited!

Yesterday (for yet another English assignment) we were asked to bring in one object that means a lot to us. My very first thought was aimed directly at the countless number of photo albums we have laying on one of our shelves, collecting dust. I suppose the biggest issue these days is that we take photo's for granted. Photo albums are our memories, The pictures and captions that fill in the blanks of our minds. Every time I open one of the books I tell myself to stick to only ONE album, no more. An hour later I find myself looking through the third album smiling and pointing at every picture that passes by. There is always something magical about photo's, they show us why and how we have become the person we are today. But this wasn't the only thing that stood out to me while looking through. All my old photo's were taken with film camera's, not the digital one's that can be taken, looked at and deleted. No, it had pictures that were taken in the moment, without second chances.

I have tried, for a long time, to stay away from tumblr, but a few days ago I could no longer resist. I set up a small account and became immediately hooked! The photography of all those pictures are truly fantastic! I often find myself spending every spare second, seeing what is new on tumblr. I have tried adding a few of my own posts as well, but it is nowhere near as good as most of the others. I just felt the need to mention this.

Hi, my name is Charlotte and welcome to my blog! I'm 17 years old, I love music, travel and photography. Next year I'll be moving into my own little room for university so life is just to about to get a little bit crazier.